Dominic gives Savi a ticket to New York to deal with a top client. It’s his way of getting her out of the office while he does Karen’s deposition. The first witness is Anthony Newsome, who testifies that Karen’s opinion about Thomas Grey being suicidal flip-flopped during his investigation. Karen’s attorney tries to discredit him by saying he’s out for revenge because Karen rejected his desire to become intimate. Next up is Elisabeth Grey, who lies like a rug by saying she was out with her son when her hubby died. Karen is completely floored. Sam Grey was supposed to be her alibi! Uh oh.
Karen shoots eye-daggers at Sam as the kid testifies that he was, indeed, out to dinner with his mom the night his dad died. Later, Sam lets Karen know that he couldn’t deny his mother’s request and that they both know their relationship is not going anywhere. Karen’s business partner, Jacob, is about to step in to pose as her alibi, but he’s cut off before he can tell his lie. Karen comes clean about the all mistakes she’s made. She was at home the night Thomas Grey died. Alone. Her conscious is now clear. She lets the mendacious Elisabeth Grey know that she certainly cannot say the same.
Joss lets Harry know that Savi has yet to open the envelope containing the paternity results. She encourages him to head down to the lab to get the scoop himself. Harry gives it the old college try by batting his baby blues at the receptionist, but he’s shut down when a suspicious doc walks by. As for Savi, she’s feeling like saving her marriage is becoming more and more hopeless. She’s beginning to wonder if a new life with Dominic may be in the cards.
Joss is doing her best to fight an undeniable attraction to Olivier. Alex senses her new girlfriend’s desire to still be with men. They have a hypothetical chat about falling back into old habits. Joss bails on a party Alex sets up when Olivier asks her to show a home late in the evening. She’s shocked when her boss shows up at the property after the clients leave. The two of them head inside for a tour of the house. Of course, they don’t get further than the sofa before they start ripping off each other’s clothes. Looks like that hypothetical chat just got very, very real.